Page 50 of Toro

When they were dressed, he escorted her to his truck and they took off for Kerrville. They passed Canyon’s place and Bull saw that he was outside working in his shop. Lifting a hand to wave, he explained who Canyon was to Isabella. “That’s my best friend, I’ll introduce you two when we go to Tebow tomorrow, he’s their blacksmith.”

“Is he married?”

Married. “Um, no. Like me, he’s divorced.”

“There are so many divorces these days, it’s disheartening. My parents were very much in love,” Isabella shared with him. “Why did Canyon’s wife leave him? Did he cheat on her?”

All this talk of marriage made him jumpy. Not because he wouldn’t want to marry Isabella, but because he knew it wouldn’t last. Nothing lasted forever. With that sad thought in mind, he told her the truth. Canyon didn’t like to talk about it, but Isabella wouldn’t tell anyone. “His marriage fell apart after he and his wife lost a child. A little boy. To cancer.”

Isabella felt the air leave her lungs. “Oh, no! I’m so sorry! I was being flip, I didn’t know.”

“I know you didn’t.” He took her hand. “Sometimes marriages can’t survive heartbreak.” He rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand. “Do you want to know why Carol and I divorced?”

Isabella did, but considering what she’d just learned, she hadn’t intended to ask. “If you want to tell me.”

“She cheated on me.”

His flat statement broke her heart. “She was a fool.”

Bull smiled. “You’re good for my ego.” Something inside of him craved affirmation. “Do you know what she told me?”

“What?”

“I was really bad at sex.”

“Pull over.”

Bull glanced at her. “What?”

“Find a dirt road and pull over.”

He drove slowly until he could turn down a narrow logging lane. “Did you need to go to the bushes?”

“No, I need you, Bull Redford. Push your seat back and take your cock out.” Not for one minute would she allow this man to remember the cruel words of his wife without her proving them wrong.

“Hot damn, you’re one of a kind.” He shifted his seat all the way back and made room for the most delightful armful a man could hold. He’d been hard from the moment she’d said she needed him. Him! Isabella straddled his lap and took him inside of her, sealing her lips to his. “See, this no underwear was a good idea.”

“Yea, you’re a genius,” she agreed, nibbling on his neck. Twining her arms around his neck, she rode him, rising up and sinking down, milking his cock with every move she made. True to form, she began to cum, multiple orgasms seemed to be her birthright. “Oh, Bull, hold me!”

He held her with all his might, groaning in her ear as he filled her with his cum.

Isabella, waiting to catch her breath, laid her head on his shoulder and sighed. “Don’t tell anyone you’re good at sex.”

“Why?” Bull asked as he nuzzled her neck.

“There’s no use tempting them with something they can’t have.”

Bull tightened his grip on her, wishing he could press the moment between the pages of time and keep it forever.

…In Hardbodies, Bull and Isabella found a table near the stage. No one was playing tonight, but the jukebox was alive and kicking. “What do you want to drink, baby?”

“I’ll have whatever you’re having.”

“Are you sure? I’m drinking Shiner beer.”

“I’ll try one.”

“Coming right up.” The older woman waiting their table held out her hand to Isabella. “I’m Doris. I manage the place when Isaac isn’t around.”

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